I am Kama Nubemheb, captive of the mighty Pharaoh, Amunmose

Pharaoh's Desire

by Chanta Rand

Multi-Cultural Historical Romance

I am Kama Nubemheb, captive of the mighty Pharaoh, Amunmose. Never in my darkest nightmares did I imagine I would find myself in a position such as this. During the late hours of night, while the inky fingers of darkness stretched across the night sky, the Pharaoh’s powerful army invaded the peaceful village in Nubia, where I slept. I awoke to brilliant red flames and foul-smelling smoke that threatened to choke the life force from me.

My cousin, Satati, her betrothed, Zetran were also sleeping in this house. This morning, we took the daylong journey from our home in Kerma, sailing along the flourishing waters of the Nile to Zetran’s village in Nubia. Tomorrow was to be their wedding feast. Now, they are dead, ravished by the flames of the fire.

I’ve escaped the devastating fires, emerging from Zetran’s home with only minor burns. As I flee the village, wearing only my thin, linen sheath dress, I see fire has consumed everything in its wake. The once lush, green paradise is now charred with the black dust of the Egyptian army. I beg the goddess Isis for her protection as I run toward the Nile riverbanks with the speed of a gazelle. Yet, Isis has not favored me today. Indeed, none of the gods have.

Within moments, bloodthirsty soldiers surround me. Their jeers and menacing stares remind me of a pack of ruthless hyenas. I am terrified. Because of those mongrels, my family is dead, and I believe these men want the same fate for me. But I soon learn they have other plans. The lust in their eyes leaves no doubt as to their lecherous intentions.

I am a strong, Nubian woman, trained to be fierce. I can use a bow quite well, though I have no weapon with me today. I pick up a rock and hurl it hard and fast, immediately striking one soldier in the face. Seeing his quick spurt of blood and hearing his howl of pain satisfies me. I realize there are far too many men and far too few stones. Yet, I cannot give up without a fight. The thought of their filthy bodies violating me one by one, makes a bitter bile rise in my mouth. I am determined to die defending myself from these savages!

The moment the soldiers are about to descend upon me, I hear a voice commanding them to stop. From this circle of battle-ready vultures, a magnificent specimen emerges. He is regal, made taller by the majestic horse he sits upon. A gust of wind causes his red cloak to flutter wildly about him, exposing his bare chest and his muscular thighs.

I am exhausted from my efforts to fight the men, but my heart beats even faster when I lay eyes on him. I’ve never seen a male such as this. His body appears perfectly sculpted, as if chiseled from the marble of a great artist. I am pulled into the depths of his piercing amber eyes, which glow with a sensual heat that can be seen despite the darkness. I realize he is not some to be trifled with. He is decidedly handsome, and if not for the circumstances, I might be pleased to have him look upon me as he is doing at this very moment.

Yet, my favor does not last long. In one breath, the man rescues me by ordering his soldiers to leave me be. Then, in another, he seals my doom by commanding the men to deliver me to his palace. I boldly protest, to no avail. Truly, my boldness serves only to pique his interest more. I can see the lust in his eyes. I am speechless; awed that such misfortune has befallen me.

When the man leaves, I find my tongue again. “Who gave that beast right to claim me?” I demand aloud.

One of the soldiers answers my query. “That beast is Pharaoh Amonmose Tehutimes of Egypt. He has every right to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. He is the divine law of the land.” He grinned lasciviously at me. “And you are his new concubine.”

As the soldier grabbed my arm to put me onboard the Pharaoh’s vessel, I seethed in angry juices. If the Pharaoh thinks he can possess me, he has underestimated me as his enemy. I will fight him like a wildcat. I will never willfully submit. The fact that he is the ruler of Egypt has no bearing on me. I am Nubian, and I refuse to bow to any man, mortal or divine.

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